Capturing the true magnitude of Destination Daytona was hard to do even with wide angle lenses, so I took a few shots to attempt it. This is the inside of the H-D Dealer.

This is a combo shot showing both this chrome Softail, and the back of the Destination Daytona dealership.

This is a shot from way out in the parking lot of Destination Daytona showing the dealer (left) and the condo complex/mall on the right.

The Hess! Where the Hayabusa is king.

This GSX-R came off the assembly line basically ready to road race, now it's only suited to street race and pick up chicks. Beautiful, ain't it?

Probably in an effort to stay in the good graces of Johnny Law, this enterprising young man strapped a dyno wheel to a trailer and does wheelie stunts without ever touching the ground. It's surprisingly fun to watch.

Apparently there are a grand total of seven GSX-R750-RRs in existence that escaped the crusher, Mario owns one. 127 horsepower was a lot to make from a stock 1989 machine, but it did at the AMI Dyno shootout.

One of the prettiest small-block V8-powered bikes I've ever seen.

Redneck engineering makes one of the coolest custom chassis for Sportster motors around, as evidenced by these four rigids.

Rigid frames, springer front ends, 1930s technology, cranking through the International Horseshoe perilously close to the edge of a really hard compound tire. Some of these machines have hand shifters.

Air-cooled 350cc, drum brake-equipped motorcycles circulating on the high banks.

Aaron Greene's single-sided rigid was one of the most unique bikes I've spotted all week.

Voodoo choppers had no shrunken heads or chicken sacrifices anywhere near their booth.

The wall murals in Double D were still being painted when we arrived.

I kept hearing about this chopped CBX from people and finally got to see it in person.

You go, beer girl.

Looking for something to bring back for the family? Main is a good place to look.

Caption contest anyone?

While not the picture of motorcycle safety (or comfort), she does look to be having a good time. Yes, that’s a towel she’s sitting on.

“Well, that was fun. Back to the frat house?

'Mommy, if we fall down and I get road rash, and you’re a ‘tater since I’m the only one wearing a helmet, and I have to change your diapers… I’ll still love you'

While I have no official attendance figures, I can say that Daytona is spreading faster than it’s growing. The Main Street crowds are way down from what I’ve seen.

The Triumph Rocket 3 girls.

The star of the H-D show water-cooled class was this fat-tired blacked out honey with a single-sided swingarm.

The Buell class had a couple of nice bikes in it.

A pair of fast-looking Dynas were the bikes I most wanted to ride at the Ride-In show.

The classics class features an interesting mix of custom, un-restored and restored old machines, like this old Shovelhead Dresser.

The Harley Expo inside the Ocean Center.

There are live bands playing everywhere, with no less than 10 stages along the Main Street bars and at least one at any significant gathering spot. This is at the Full Moon Saloon on Main.

I don't know how the teams feel about it, but I love the new fishbowl-style garages at Daytona.

Honda's Kelly Smith really kicked ass in the first heat.

Bubba, Ricky, and a couple of friends, doing what they do best.

Racer on the start line: 'Look at the board, look at the board, look at the board.'

When you're James Stewart, the spotlight is always on.

One of the seating options available to general admission ticket holders was sitting right on the road race surface, which makes a nice, banked grandstand effect.

As opposed to the very businesslike infields at most stadia, Daytona has a recently renovated Fan Zone, which for a premium, you can talk to interesting gentlemen like this one, or sit down for a beer with Kevin Schwantz.

The calm before the storm: Awaiting the start of Supercross on the Daytona trioval.

Live from Daytona's BBW. Readers from urbanized areas of the country will have a good time. Others (at least the melanin-impaired) might freak out.

Metric, SAE, or whatever else, a bike show always starts with a ritual washing.

The Classic Standards class brought back some clean oldies but goodies.

Some sweet metric bobbers, and the check in line behind them.

Custom sportbikes, by the time I left there were twice as many and all really nice. If this were a performance test, I'd feel sorry for that VMax that got tossed in the deep end with these brutes.

A random Bike Week patron who happened to ride by while I was shooting a magazine article. He later came back to ask who I was shooting for.

'Oh, great chief Tomoka. Take this humble machine as tribute to your glory.' Or how I almost got busted by the law.

A custom-framed Rebel?! Take a close look, everything on this machine is hand-made or custom.

Darn, these people stepped between me and a great view of the new West Tunnel.

'Would you look at that. That's one fine piece of machinery.'

'Hello my name is Mat Mladin and this class is called Racecraft 101. Any questions?'

Could this be the beginning of a seventh AMA Superbike title?

Inside the Peabody Auditorium past winners are displayed with the trophies.

Fiberglass galore on this four-cylinder custom.

Why have two rear wheels? Why not?

I never got around to asking how the rear wheel is driven on this thing, but rest assured, this little mini really did move under its own power.

This bike's suspension lowering abilities negates the need for a kickstand.

Rock on, outhouse drivin' brothers!

This four-cylinder Dodge-engined bike is seems somehow even more massive than a V-8-powered Boss Hoss.